One boy leapt off the bright yellow raft with abandon. He swam yards past his height in depth. The other boy navigated his kayak companionless. Whose brave children were these exactly? Surely, not mine. Much more so a trait from their father. Discerning where their wellspring of confidence arose from, we trailed behind close enough for rescue, but far enough for independence. But their mantra remained, I can do it! I can do it all by myself.
My parents have eight now. Eight grandchildren ranging in age from 17 to 8 weeks. Bookends that mimic the alpha and omega of life under the watchful eyes of mom and dad. Bookends that demonstrate what pretty darn close to 18 summers vs. 1 summer look like. Remember the jar of marbles? One marble in a jar for every week of influence we have in our children’s lives. Every week we take out a marble, and with it a little influence. It’s good to remember the marbles when meltdowns ensue. Both our own meltdowns and theirs.
Just like that, my parent’s family math went from 2 to 5 to 8 to 16. All because two people feel in love.
We got back from up north this past weekend. And even though we have a couple of weeks left of summer, August 1st always feels like a wake up call to squeeze in a few more fun things before the rush of school days is upon us.
Some highlights from our trip.
Song: The Okee Dokee Brothers – Through the Woods
I hope you’re able to squeeze in a bit more summer in the remaining weeks.
I’m trying to take some notes from my boys about believing with abandon and steering with a confident heart. Every man’s way is right in his own eyes, But the LORD weighs the heart.…proverbs 21:2
Happy Tuesday friends.